I'M JUST A POOR BOY

 No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day 
 An hourly wage,

 I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
 Of my own.

 No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money In 
 An aging wallet,

 A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
 Gladly serve.

 Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I 

 Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.

 I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish 
 And a fear,

 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered 
 Every day.

 I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place 
 Of fantasy,

 A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.

 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,

 I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.

                       Keith Garrett 

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